| | I NEVER remember my dreams. Maybe two, three times a year. But when i do i usually remember everything about them.
I know when someone says "let me tell you about the dream i had last night" that's usually good reason to go ahead and zone out for a few minutes (Waking Life, anyone?) but let me tell you about the dream i had last night. I was in my grandma and grandpas house (from my mothers side in case she's reading) and was with a girl, standing in the living room, which was incredibly massive...i mean it was like the living room from Scarface except it didn't look gangster. Anyway, someone else is there with us, at the other end of the room. On this end of the room the entire wall is a window...the entire wall, floor to ceiling, about 20 feet tall, crazy wide. There's a pool on the other side of the window-wall. Suddenly, two very professional looking figures appear, in suits, brandish pistols, and the man near the window yells "Go! Go now, i can hold them!" to the girl and I. They shoot the crap out of him; I hear this as i am turning, so i don't see it. We turn to run and, because this is how dreams work, we're in my grandmas kitchen, near the door that leads to a small side room that leads a) to the basement and b) outside. We go outside and begin to run across my grandma and grandpas front yard, which is still identical to the front yard of their house in real life (the gargantuan room was the only room that was some strange dream add-on) and for some reason i am not running, but galloping much like a long-legged dog would. This is odd, because i actually think, in the dream, "why don't i just stand up and run?" and decide that "this is faster anyway." The girl is running like a normal person. We round the red fence at the edge of their yard and suddenly we're at the edge of a hilly field type of area that is next to a huge body of water. At this point there's a hole in my memory about the dream. Suddenly a cream colored sedan with black tinted windows rolls by slowly on the street, the same street in front of my grandma and grandpas house. I'm frantic. I inquire "Do they drive a white car?" to which she replies "Yes." I declare that "We gotta move." She says no and pulls the grass up, like the grass you buy in rectangles that's pre-grown, except it's a massive piece of grass that's about the size of four full-sized blankets. We duck underneath and lay down on our stomachs, peeking out through the edge of the grass-blanket-hiding-spot. I repeat "We gotta move," convinced that they had seen us. She tries to reason with me by telling me that they did not see us, and that we should stay hidden. I tell her "We can get the gun off of the air compressor; it's been on all night anyway, the neighbors are probably getting a little annoyed." You see, the air compressor is floating in the huge body of water behind us (we're between the water and the road), and i know that the water is below zero and that to go after the gun-air-compressor-somehow-floating-on-water-contraption might mean freezing death. She convinces me not to go, and we wait the night out, under the grass, paralyzed with fear, watching for a cream sedan.
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| | Posted 10/25/2007 7:43 PM - 16 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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